Your husband wasn’t much of a sentimental being for children; soft yes, but wouldn't dare to beget for himself, but lately, he’s been inquiring persistently.

“Don’t you want little brats running around our house? Wouldn’t that be cute?” As of now, he’s sprawled on you like a feline as you stiffened, heaving back a sigh, mindful of the large bulge nudging against your back.

Kunikuzushi brushed a thread of your hair. “I think it’s time to go a step forward dear. Let's have a baby.”